Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny with a Chance.
When you find a man
That's worth a damn and treats you well
He's a fool, you're just as well
Hope it gives you hell
Gives You Hell, All-American Rejects
Dedicated To
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Trapped
Chaz
Sonny smiles at me over her cappuccino. "I really like hanging out with you, Chaz."
"Yeah," I agree, smiling. "I like hanging out with you, too."
We smile at each other.
I start getting anxious. If I don't ask now, when will I? My leg starts bouncing up and down under the table. I tear the corner off the paper place mat and begin to carefully rip it to shreds.
I glance up at Sonny. She's watching me and tapping out a rhythm on the edge of the sticky table. When our eyes meet, she grins.
"Um, I was wondering…" I bite my lip and look up at her. "You know that dance that the studio is having?"
"Yeah. I already bought my dress for it."
I nod. "Yeah, well… I was wondering if you'd want to go with me?" Even to me, my voice sounds unsure.
Sonny stares at me for a moment. Her eyes cloud for a moment, and I start to think she's going to turn me down. But then a fierceness passes through her face, and she smiles. "I'd love to."
Three Days Earlier
Chad
As soon as the last of the Randoms filter out, I pull out a chair and fall into it, cradling my head in my hands.
Chaz sits down in the seat across from me. "So what happened with Sonny?"
I laugh dryly. "It doesn't matter now. She thinks I'm a jerk." I stop talking for a moment. "Actually, she thought I was a jerk before, but now I have no chance with her."
Chaz is silent for a moment. "So you're dating her?"
I glance up at him. "I don't know. But dude, you can't have her."
He laughs, but when I look at him, he looks slightly disappointed. "Maybe I'll ask Tawni out then."
I shake my head at him. "Man, that's sick."
We laugh.
Our director comes in. He's holding a mega-phone.
He walks up to us and looks at us for a minute. Then he lifts his mega-phone and yells, "STOP STUFFING YOUR FACES AND GET DOWN TO THE STUDIO!"
Chaz and I jump up and begin jogging down to the studio, our director following us and yelling, "ONE, TWO! ONE, TWO! HURRY UP, MEN! YOU'RE SLOWER THAN SNAILS! HUT, TWO! HUT, TWO!"